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Poem - End Of The Earth

You sang as you sat
on the dusty red carpet 
by your side of my bed

The music you played,
It spread and misled,
and yet I could hear 
the promise you made:

"I'll love you,
my dear,
'till the end of the earth."

But your world was so small
and the end was, in fact,
less far than we thought:

A bus and a train, an hour or so,
that's how long it took 
to gather your thoughts.

The river your crossed,
to take yourself out
of the life I rearranged 
to make room for us.

Elsewhere on this earth, 
Below southern skies
A man bleeds and burns.
Without fear, he cries:

"How fast did it travel,
this bullet you shot?
How small, oh, how small
Is this blighted earth?"

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